In this life, the word love is the most difficult, family, friendship, love, etc., are like a spider web, wrapping people tightly and trapped in them and unable to move.

Throughout the life of Tong Yanye, it is actually the history of blood and tears of the spare tire, until death, for the sake of his beloved, he gave everything, but he may not be able to get the response he wants, which is regrettable.

When Wakaba was looking at the night of the wild goose, he inexplicably felt that he was really lucky to be favored by so many excellent women, and it was also excessive.

The days and nights are long and short in summer, but for the Wakaba family, it is a very short time, it is a happy day, the smile on Sakura's face has hardly faded, the effect is remarkable, and Haruhi Suzumiya and Wakaba are full of a sense of accomplishment.

The sky is getting dark, and I don't know when the night will leave, and the fierce confrontation of the Holy Grail War is about to resume.

Although Sakura looks no different from an ordinary child, her purple pupils are full of life and vitality, but Haruhi Suzumiya is also very careful at this time, and asks to stay in the hospital and let the psychiatrist counsel for a while.

Ruoye naturally agreed, he originally thought the same way, but suddenly felt the activated Flying Thunder God, and said with a helpless smile:

"Kasuga, Sakura-chan, it's time for me to go. ”

As the realm lord, Haruhi Suzumiya noticed what was happening in Einzberen Castle faster than Wakaba, but she didn't want to join in the fun now, and when she heard this, she bowed slightly, and said with a rare calmness:

"Well, go ahead, Sakura has me with you. ”

Sakura looked up at Wakaba and said expectantly:

"Will Daddy come back tomorrow?"

"Of course. ”

Wakaba smiled happily and reached out and touched her daughter's little head, finally willing to call herself 'Dad' instead of 'Father-sama', sometimes, respect, also means estrangement.

"See you tomorrow, then. ”

"Hmm. ”

Sakura waved her hand at Wakaba obediently.

Wakaba smiled happily, her figure flashed, and she disappeared into the ward.

Sakura was slightly stunned when she saw this, and immediately looked up at Haruhi Suzumiya, and said in surprise:

"Mom, dad is a magician?"

Haruhi Suzumiya was accustomed to Sakura's title, so he took it without changing his face, shook his head slightly, and said proudly:

"No, it's something more powerful than a magician. ”

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When Wakaba returned to the castle in Einzberen, his expression of joy overflowed with color.

Ellie Sophie couldn't help but say curiously:

"Did Wakaba encounter anything happy?"

"Uh-huh. ”

Wakaba nodded, like a child, this is his nature at this time, the excitement in his heart has been suppressed for a long time, and it is only in front of his daughter that he always looks calm in order to maintain his father's majesty.

"I'm a father, and my daughter is just as cute and sensible as Illya. ”

Wakaba is like a child who has received a certificate of merit at this time, and he can't wait to show off to his side.

Elle Sophie was stunned when she heard this, and then smiled softly and sent her blessings.

"Congratulations, your daughter will definitely become as good as you in the future. ”

She can understand Wakaba's psychology, when Kiritsugu was a father, he was the same as Wakaba now.

"Thanks, haha..."

Wakaba was very happy to accept the blessing of Ellie Sophie, laughed a few times, calmed himself down, his face returned to normal, but the smile on the corner of his mouth could not be hidden, and he glanced down at the outside world displayed in the crystal ball, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"Speaking of which, I haven't given my daughter a decent gift yet. ”

Marshal who has stepped into the devil's path, your life is a sigh, but, the child is innocent, a first-time father, I also understand the feelings of those parents a little, to attack innocent children, have you ever thought about how painful and sad those parents will be?

Get rid of you and save countless children, just as a blessing for my daughter.

Thinking like this, Wakaba stepped out of the space and appeared between Gilles de Les and Artoria, waving his hand to remove the tentacle-like otherworldly monsters that were wrapped around Artoria's hands and feet, restricting her movements.

Artoria saw Wakaba appear, and said with some surprise:

"Wakaba!"

Wakaba hurriedly said before Artoria preached to herself:

"Well, don't blame me for meddling in your battle, be a father today, forgive a father who wants to give congratulatory gifts and blessings to his daughter. ”

“···”

Artoria pointed at the ground with her sword when she heard this, and she acquiesced to Wakaba's statement.

"Thanks. ”

Wakaba chuckled, looked at Gilles de Les, who was glaring at him angrily and full of murderous intent, and did not immediately make a move, but said:

"Why did Gilles de Rice, the generalissimo of the Hundred Years' War between England and France, and the commander of all battles, fall to this?

"Supreme Generalissimo, a commander who has won all battles?"

When Gilles de Les heard this, he asked rhetorically, and then said disdainfully:

"It doesn't matter what I seek, what I seek is the noble and majestic figure of Joan of Arc, and God will be eclipsed before her!

Glory to Joan of Arc!"

In the end, Gilles de Les de Les had a tone and demeanor like a fanatic.

Wakaba frowned slightly, the legendary marshal who won a hundred battles simply regarded Joan of Arc as a benchmark in his life, and became the legendary marshal for Joan of Arc.

However, out of respect for the heroes of the past who have left their names in history, their great achievements have been praised for thousands of years, Wakaba still asked again:

"Joan of Arc, she is a holy woman, and you have not hesitated to fall into the evil path for her sake, have you ever thought about how to face her?

"It doesn't matter, as long as I can resurrect Joan of Arc, everything doesn't matter, I die without regrets, however, the abominable god still binds Joan of Arc's soul, which makes me deeply regret!"

Gilles de Les said with a pained look, looking strange, but all of them could feel his resentment against the 'gods' and the pain in his heart.

"Negotiations failed. ”

Wakaba sighed lightly, he thought that he could use words to persuade this famous marshal in history to change his ways, and the merit of persuading people to do good was far greater than the merit of punishing the wicked.

In fact, he was so naïve, Gilles de Les did not have his own personality, or rather, his personality was built with Joan of Arc as the core, and no one could say anything about him unless Joan of Arc was alive.

Wakaba ignored the otherworldly tentacle monsters that rushed around him, stretched out a hand, opened his five fingers, and said coldly to Gilles de Les:

"Collapse!"

With that, the five fingers clenched into a fist.

At the same time, visible to the naked eye, translucent spherical lines appeared around Gilles de Les, twisting and shrinking with Wakaba's words and movements, rapidly shrinking, and finally returning to a point and disappearing.